The vast grounds of the Vault Temple in the morning were now a refuge for people who were injured or lost their homes in earlier incidents, including the vestibule and corridors.
Young and old, different people are coming together, and clerics are moving around here and there holding water bottles, blankets, bandages, etc.
Nevertheless, there was no desperate appearance of anger or crying flying there.
I guess I've already dealt with the injured, etc. who need urgent action in the last half day.
The appearance of disciplined clerics who, even in emergency situations, submitted to a clear chain of command and carried out their duties steadily, seemed to alleviate somewhat the anxiety of those who had evacuated.
I was in there.
A laid-back, gray-haired old man with luxurious monk uniforms, protected by several cleric warriors.
He was walking in the front yard, speaking to the evacuees or giving instructions to the clerics.
Maynard Precinct Manager. A priest who was turned into a demon.
I thought it was a real shame.
Perhaps the demon Specular of the substituted statue would not want to appear as much as possible as an excuse for old age, even if his duties as a cleric are minimal.
The followers of the God of order are obedient to discipline, but not foolish, and if the gods need it, they will strike their hands accordingly.
I've never crossed a gap that's easy to get into without making it.
… but now he has to show himself.
Besides, I don't know how I succeeded in replacing him, but when it comes to precinct chiefs, I'm also in a position to see the king according to the circumstances.
Specular can't let go of this position any easier than striking the Teardrop Capital and looking to stop the Lord's sealed dead from entering the city.
It's a great position to crumble the Fur Tile Kingdom.
Therefore, he must appear before the public properly in this situation.
Because in a situation where demons and mysterious demons have ravaged and countless houses have collapsed and there are casualties, trust is undermined and strong suspicion is created if a person in a position is not on the line.
Perhaps very unwillingly for Specular himself, however "risky" and "dangerous" he perceives, in this situation the demon has to appear before the public.
Of course, that's only a few days.
It's not that long to say that a person in a position has to take the lead and stabilize the people's hearts and minds.
If you are in a city as rich as Teardrop Capital, you can use excuses such as "fatigue due to intense work" because the person you've turned into is elderly.
Perhaps even as a specular, he will be able to pull himself in in a few days and return to the depths of the temple again.
An elderly cleric who gives way to much of his work backwards and sends days of prayer in his back room.
It is interpreted as referring to age, even when strange words and actions are made from time to time.
There are few suspect elements.
All you have to do is wait for the time and launch a deadly attack against the kingdom.
Understandable muscle writing. Clear flow.
So it's really a shame that you woke up in just half a day.
The help of Mr. Samuel and Lunaria.
And most importantly, by the scolding of God.
- Now I'm standing here.
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My whole body hurts from scratching.
I walk through the temple wearing my old coat and only what I call the dawn when it comes to weapons.
The footsteps are not obvious among the large number of evacuees.
"Are you okay?"
Next to you, Lunaria, who supports me, whispers.
She also wears an ancient coat and is almost similarly dressed.
I nodded softly, worried about the voice.
My whole body is weak and painful and tight, but I can handle the extent to which I'm going to walk a little more and do battle action for just a few moments.
As he was supported, he approached Maynard Precinct under the guise of an injured man.
The feeling of a dragon tells you. Again, that heart is not pulsating.
"Ah, of..."
Without having to expect another Samuel or Lunaria to work.
If you keep putting it in one foot at a time, you can slash it with a knockout.
I thought so, and I approached the Precinct Manager as I was supported by Lunaria.
"Are you hurt?
"Please wait on the spot."
With his voice, several cleric warriors broke in between us and the Prefect.
Their manoeuvres were almost a battlefield already.
Proof of this is that he flips his legs gently so that he can jump right at me.
Much prayer sensing hostility, the engraved magic of the "signs" of the alarm system sensing armaments, and the eyesight accustomed to them on top of each other in policing and escorts.
They must have already seen me as dangerous.
As a result, both Samuel and I hesitated to intervene in previous deliberations.
I'm not so confident that I can deal with this group of degrees of skill that I think I can definitely kill the target.
Vault, if God help me, I don't think so...
The help of the Lord God, who will be watching here and there and in various important cases around the world, is poured out at a great time for me - what a convenient fantasy.
Do everything you need to do in people's hands and still have to do something about it. Though I believe so, that God will surely help me then.
At the same time, I am convinced that the gods will not pour all the convenient favors on me.
That's why...
"Let me change your face."
When the hand of one of the cleric warriors fell on the hood, I was ready.
- God, please, at the throne of heaven, look.
The next moment I whine inside, the hood is taken away.
My face became dewy,
"Ah......!
and the cleric warriors breathed.
The voice also attracted the attention of the evacuees - deliberately, the hustle and bustle gradually grew.
"The End, Holy Knight………?
"I look pale……………………"
"Oh, I saw that guy burn the city..."
"Why are you here?"
"The devil is turning into something."
The gaze that comes. Words spoken.
Different gazes from around, mixed with fear, suspicion and curiosity, gather towards themselves.
Even though it's not a lot of space, for some reason it's dry in the mouth and the pressure of the heart striking an early bell.
In the meantime...
- Take him into custody, gentlemen.
Maynard precinct chief said so somewhere in a strange salty voice.
"A holy knight suspected of being involved in this disturbance, without naming him, hides his face and visits the temple with his sword. … it is not the work of a man in his capacity."
He said that something was turning or could be manipulating him.
Clerical warriors swim their eyes and gaze at each other.
The prefect said something more about the tour.
"Restrain them for one second. But if you resist, push it, slash it, lay low."
It had a strong tone.
Let that voice push you, and the cleric warriors move out.
It was still impossible to kill from a complete ambush.
That's when the priestly warriors stood in front of us.
"Please wait!
A clear voice echoed the magnificent gallant-lined vestibule.
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Between me and the cleric warriors protecting the precinct chief.
"Please wait! I say, I say! Cleric............!
In a glowing vestibule.
Shaking black hair, moisturizing eyes of different colors into tears, the woman screams desperately.
It's Lunaria. She mourns the cleric warriors who were there.
"Justice and the sword of the Vault, please ask me once before they pull out the blade! I was wondering if that was an act of justice!
By my side.
A dark-haired good man staring at the warriors with his hands together, on his knees, with his molluscs and tears.
It was like a wide painting depicting a scene in a story.
"That this Holy Knight is wearing off like this! That's how our visit to this temple in concealment of our bare faces has a deep reason......!
Yet her voice is still clear, screaming bitterly as if she were to be burned in the chest.
Her every step of the way was still beautiful - gathering people's gaze, as she behaved as if she was confused.
The hustle and bustle spreads deliberately, and wild horses gather little by little under her making a fuss.
It was already a brilliant 'rush in appeal' like an example.
I would never be able to imitate this, and even Mr. Samuel would be difficult.
I don't know, we're like warriors. The way this hand stands is out of specialty.
But she's not.
"I will tell you everything! Holy Knight's, and the dreaded truth of this Prefect!
With the protection of the great God of Thunder, the righteous incarnation, everyone! Could you please show us on the balance of Vault's judgment that this appeal is true......!
That being said, Maynard Precinct Manager's shoulder trembled for a moment.
The cleric warriors also look to surprise and let their gaze wander.
There is certainly such a thing among the protections given by Vault, the thunderous god who directs order and judgment.
The protection of the truth to stand witness to oneself but not to tolerate any fraud and empty words for a certain period of time to that person.
- Prayer for the Thunder God's Judgment, Devine Judgment.
"And suddenly what to say! Maybe the devil is turning into something, ask a long question..."
"- Oh, you want to stand witness to yourself with a prayer of judgment? That's a rare complaint yesterday. But you're welcome."
Two, along with a number of footsteps from the side, I heard a voice.
It was Mr. Cecilia, a magnificent blonde goddess warrior who led further cleric warriors.
She looks at me and opens her eyes to a little surprise, but immediately turns her gaze to Lunaria, then to the Precinct Manager.
Apparently, Mr. Samuel did his first job well.
"Well. I don't understand one thing about the situation right now......
As an ancient law, those who rush into the temple of Vault, the god of thunder, always have the right to testify to the truth in their tongues. "
That's right, she tells the precinct chief to be careful.
"However -"
"By statute, I will use it if you ask me. Just..."
She continues her words indifferently.
Indeed, such prayers exist. However, this prayer cannot be used unless so much is done.
Because...
"If you speak empty words, the thunder of Vault's judgment will burn through your heart."
Because it requires a corresponding danger to bear witness to the truth with God's authority.
"May I?
"I don't mind. I will not utter any falsehood."
Lunaria said it in a thorough manner.
And she looked back, and she looked at me.
- The lips, for a moment, were thinly distorted to the three-day moon type.
Smiling like a viper.
He nodded slightly, but a chill ran like he could stroke his spine up with his finger.
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Normally, I would be worried.
Or you'll have to worry.
A weak woman is now clearly trying to cross a dangerous bridge.
That's for me, too.
But why not?
There was no worry or anxiety in my mind.
... because I can't imagine Lunaria screwing around here.
At least, with regard to the standing behavior of this hand - I trust her hand with all my heart.
She is more powerful than one another with The End of the Holy Knight.